Things That Go Bump In The Night

by Jaid Black

  Tossing her suitcase into the trunk of her car, she drove out of the hotel parking lot, heading for home and sanity. Forgetting Mikhel would be impossible, but time would heal the newly self-inflicted wound in her aching heart. How dumb was she anyway to fall so hard for a man after spending just two nights with him?

  So he was a fantastic lover who looked at her as if she were the only woman in the world. She’d found him and she’d find another handsome hunk with a big, hard cock that felt so very delicious inside her. In time, she might even meet a man like the one outside the ladies room. Hopefully, the man in question would be older.

  She might meet a man with a big cock, she conceded. But no manner how big his cock, he wouldn't be Mikhel. And that was the problem. A scrumptious shiver of remembered pleasure rushed up and down her spine. It wasn’t just that he was handsome and had a really large dick. Granted that had been the basis of the initial attraction. But it wasn’t the size of his dick that made her heart feel as if it were breaking. It was the sense of wonder and belonging she felt when with him. The knowledge that he wanted her so badly that his desire for her kept his dick in a perpetual state of arousal, the certainly that he considered her his soul mate. No. His perfect mate. His bloodlust. Damn it. She was his bloodlust. And he was hers.

  What good would living to a ripe old age be if she did it without Mikhel? What good was anything without him? Okay. So Deoctra might kill her before Mikhel could stop her. But that was a chance she was going to have to take, because damned if she’d let that full-blood bitch stand between her and Mikhel.

  Fifteen minutes away from Boston, she turned the car around and headed back to Salem. The twenty minute return drive to Mikhel’s hotel seemed to last an eternity. What if he were already gone? Or what if he didn’t want her anymore? What if she walked in and found him fucking Deoctra? Then the bitch would have to die!

  Her eyes filled with tears of relief when she spotted Mikhel’s car in the hotel parking lot. He was still there. Barely taking the time to lock her car, she ran into the hotel and jumped on the first elevator going up.

  Outside his room door, she pushed the Do Not Disturb sign aside and fumbled in her shoulder bag until she found the keycard he’d given her. She swiped it through the lock, pushed the door opened, and rushed into the room.

  Still naked, Mikhel turned from the window, his incisors bared. She closed the door and leaned back against it, swallowing several times to moisten her dry throat. She waited for him to smile and rush across the room to take her in his arms. He remained where he was, his lips pressed together in a grim line.

  "I came back," she said after an extended silence.

  "Why?" He glanced around the room. "Did you forget something?"

  Cute. He was going to make her beg. Okay. She could do begging. She kicked off her shoes and started across the room, undressing as she went. She stopped in the middle of the room, clad only in her silk underwear. "Yes. You."

  Although his eyes began to glow and his cock stirred, he stayed where he was. Oh, he was definitely going to make her beg. "Okay, you want me to beg?"

  He shrugged. "You made me beg when I asked you to stay and then you left anyway. It only seems fair that you beg now. You do that and maybe I’ll consider taking you back."

  "What?" She lifted her chin. "You want me to beg? In your dreams, buddy!" She unhooked her bra and stepped out of her panties. "I’m not begging for what’s mine." She pointed to a spot in front of her. "If you know what’s good for you, you’d better get your hard butt over here. Now. Don’t make me come and get you."

  The words were barely out of her mouth before he flashed across the room and stood in front of her. "Why have you come back?"

  "Because I couldn’t stay away." She bit her lip. "Don’t you…want me?"

  "Nothing’s changed. I am who I am, Erica. I am what I am."

  She nodded. "I know." She caressed his cheek. "And I adore who and what you are."

  "Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Erica, in coming back here? If you stay now, I can’t guarantee that I’d be strong enough to let you leave again if you change your mind."

  "Mikhel, I can't promise what I'll do in the future, but I'm here now. Isn't that enough?"

  "For now."

  "Now is all we have, Mikhel."

  "No, my Erica. We can have almost all the time we want together. There are things about us that you can't possibly imagine."

  Therein lay part of her fear. "I can't think beyond now. This moment." She moved her lips against the fine, dark hair on his chest. "I am your Erica, Mikhel. Your bloodlust." She lifted her head and looked up at him. "And you are mine."

  His chest expanded as he took a deep breath. "I have waited my whole life to meet you."

  She smiled as he lifted her in his arms and carried her across the room to the bed. "Your whole life? Mikhel, you’re only thirty."

  He sat on the side of the bed, staring down at her. "There’s something I need to tell you about that."

  "What?"

  He sighed. "Actually…I’m not thirty."

  "Oh, Lord." She sat up. "I knew it! Please don’t tell me you’re in your twenties. I knew you didn’t look thirty. How much am I robbing the cradle by?"

  He leaned forward and kissed her cheeks. "Actually, I’m a lot older than I look." He drew back. "I’m sixty."

  "Sixty? There's no way you're sixty!"

  "But I am. As a half-blood, I age much slower than a normal man would."

  "Even so you…oh, damn!" She linked her arms around his neck. "I don’t care how old or young you are. You are mine." She reached down and fondled his dick and balls. They felt warm and hard. "And I want what’s mine."

  She lay back on the bed and parted her thighs. "Now."

  Cupping her breasts in his big hands, he leaned forward and feathered her lips and neck with kisses. "My beautiful, adorable, Erica. I need your pussy and your blood. There’s a hunger inside me . . . inside my soul, my heart…my cock, that only you can fully and truly satisfy."

  She shuddered and buried her face against his neck. "Stop talking," she told him. "And put that big, lovely dick of yours where it belongs—in my aching cunt."

  He pulled back and grinned down at her. "Oooh. Dirty talk. I love it." He spread his big body out against hers and slowly began to kiss her, running his hands over her body.

  Moaning, she pressed closer. "Mikhel, please. I’m on fire and my pussy is already soaking wet. Skip the foreplay and give me some cock."

  He laughed and lightly nipped one of her breasts with his teeth. "Cock coming up, my Erica." He turned her so that they were both on their sides, with his body curled against her back.

  She felt his hard dick against her buns and pushed back at him. Lifting one of her legs, he pressed forward, sending his entire length deep within her quivering pussy with one forceful stroke.

  She moaned, shuddered, and closed her eyes as a thrill of delight spread out from her cock-stuffed pussy to surge through her whole body. He slipped one hand around her waist to rub against her clit, while the other one, caressed and massaged her breasts. Then he began to fuck her senseless, relentlessly pounding his big cock deep within the walls of her cunt. He seemed bigger and thicker than usual, stretching and filling every centimeter of space within her climaxing cunt. The sensations emanating from her pussy were absolutely incredible. Oh, Lord. How could anything feel so wonderful? So devastating? So heavenly?

  There was only one way this could get better. "Oh, Mikhel. You have my pussy. Take all of me. Suck my blood. Fill me with your seed while I fill you with my blood."

  She clutched at the arm across her waist and titled her neck. Growling softly in his throat, he bit gently into her flesh. As she felt the blood flowing out of her body and into his mouth, her pussy…her body…the universe exploded around her.

  Groaning and straining, he suddenly rolled them over so that she lay on her stomach. Lying on top of her with his incisors still buried in her flesh, he shudd
ered and came, pumping her so full of his seed that it overflowed her cunt and ran down her leg.

  Even after he came, he held her still under him. Rotating his hips, he pumped his hard thick length deep in her, piston like. She sank her teeth in the bed sheet, her hands clenched at her sides. His deep, hard thrusts hurt like hell, making her cunt burn. But Lord, it was such a sweet, sweet pain. She moaned and came again. Finally, he withdrew his teeth from her. Long after his body stopped shaking, he gradually pulled his cock out of her sore channel, and lay behind her. He licked the last drops of blood from her neck and stroked her body, whispering to her. She was beautiful. She made him happy. She was his.

  "I’ll bet you say that to all your human whores," she teased drowsily.

  He laughed softly. "Hardly. You are the first human woman I’ve met who could take all my cock without asking me to stop, slow down, or take some of it out."

  "I can sympathize." She rubbed her sore pussy. "I’ve never had such a large, hard cock in me before. For a while there I felt as if half a baseball bat was being rammed into me."

  He stiffened behind her. "Half a baseball bat? Oh, damn. That sounds unpleasant. I hurt you. I’m sorry. I—"

  "Don’t be. It did hurt near the end. How could it not at the speed you were shoving into me? For a while there, I thought you were going to poke a hole in me. But damn, I loved it."

  He buried his lips against her neck. "I’m sorry," he said again. "I tried to hold back. I did, but you have no idea how good it feels to be able to plump my entire cock inside you. Just to be able to make love to you without holding back is so incredible. When we make love, I feel as if your pussy was custom made for my cock. But I promise I’ll be more careful next time."

  "Don’t you dare." She wiggled her buns against his thighs. "Seems I like it a little rough. At least I do with you. Lord, there’s nothing as exquisite as feeling my pussy slowly being stretched to capacity by your big, thick cock."

  "Stretched to capacity, huh? And you like that? Sounds a little kinky to me."

  "Oh, yeah? You’re a fine one to talk about kink. Sucking your lover’s blood is the ultimate kink."

  "Depends on what neck of the woods you hail from." He laughed. "Pun intended. Where I come from it’s not kinky."

  She turned her head and kissed his lips, stroking her hands over his tight, hard thighs. "Kinky or not, that was so good. Tell me, Mikhel, are all vampires as well hung as you?"

  He nipped her neck. "For your information, the size of my cock has nothing to do with being a half-blood."

  "Are you sure? I don’t know that I’ve ever met a man with such a…big, thick dick." She dismissed an insistent memory of the man outside the ladies room.

  "If you think I’m big, wait until you see my brother and father."

  She pushed her elbow against his ribs. "I can imagine no occasion when I’ll see your brother or your father’s cock!" She bit her lip, then letting her curiosity get the better of her, she asked, "You mean they’re bigger than you are?"

  "Yes. Serge is thicker and longer by an inch or two, but my father is what my mother calls hung like a horse."

  She shuddered, remembering his mother’s tiny stature. "Your poor mother."

  "On the contrary, from the way she cries out blissfully every time they make love, I think it's safe to assume that she loves every inch of my father’s cock."

  "Mikhel! How can you talk so casually about your parents' sex life?"

  "I told you. We’re a very uninhibited lot."

  "Just how uninhibited are you?"

  He stirred against her. "I don't want to scare you off."

  "Mikhel! I want to know what I'm getting into."

  He sighed. "Okay. Sometimes we make love together."

  "We?" She half rose. "What do you mean by together?'"

  He pulled her back down against him. "There's no need to sound so outraged. We don't engage in incest, but we do sometimes watch each other make love."

  She sat up and turned to look down at him. "You watch your parents making love?"

  "Sometimes."

  "You mean you actually watch your father put his cock in your mother's…in her…?"

  "I think the word you're looking for is pussy," he said, sounding amused. "And the answer's yes. As you know she's small and fragile looking. He's big. It's an incredible turn on to watch his huge cock disappear into her—"

  "Okay." She sank back down against him. "We've reached the too much information stage." She blew out a deep breath. "Mikhel, how can you watch your parents make love?"

  "We don't watch when they make love. That's private. We only watch when they fuck during a Family Fuck Fest."

  "A what?"

  "A Fuck Fest. Vampires have them all the time. In addition, we have family only ones. It's when we all get together and make love in one room. It's an incredible experience."

  "And you actually call them Family Fuck Fests?"

  "Why not? That's what we do during them. Years ago, when I was younger we used to call them Love Fests, but Serge began calling them Fuck Fests and somehow the name stuck."

  A Family Fuck Fest. Lord, something was happening to her because the idea of a Dumont Family Fuck Fest sounded so damned intriguing. "Make love…Fuck Fest…whatever you call it, Mikhel, watching your parents…together is beyond kinky."

  He gently bit into her neck. "It's uninhibited and exciting. As you'll see."

  A mental picture formed in her mind of a vampire orgy. Willing women having their pussies and other openings drilled by handsome, magnetic vampires with huge cocks. The idea of watching the couple responsible for Mikhel's birth fucking each other was extremely erotic. Her pussy tingled at the thought.

  "I'll reserve my judgment," she said primly.

  "No, you won't." He licked at her neck and slipped a finger inside her. "I know the thought excites you, my beautiful Erica. I can feel you creaming around my finger and I can smell your excitement."

  "You vampires and your damned sense of smell." She laughed and kissed his arm.

  He lazily rubbed his thumb against her clit. "There's a whole world of new experiences awaiting you, my lovely Erica."

  Something in his tone gave her pause. Just maybe all the experiences wouldn't be pleasant. But she'd worry about that later. "Nothing too drastic, I hope."

  "You might find some of our customs hard to understand at first, but please know that no matter what, you're my bloodlust."

  She was definitely not going to like everything ahead of her. But she was held hostage by her feelings for him. "Oh, Mikhel, I was a fool to think I could ever bear to give you up."

  He nuzzled her neck. "Never fear, my lovely Erica. I have no intentions of giving you up. Ever. You are mine. Forever."

  "Forever," she echoed.

  She had no idea how she was going to explain him to her family and friends. But she’d worry about that later. It was as she drifted off to sleep that she remembered Deoctra. The Lord only knew when that full-blooded bitch would turn up again or how they would handle her. Or if they could handle her.

  Mikhel’s arm tightened around her waist suddenly. "It’s all right. Sleep without fear, my Erica," he whispered. "Deoctra won’t catch me knapping again."

  His words startled her. She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. "But…how did you know what I was thinking?"

  He stared into her eyes. She felt as if he were looking into her soul, stripping away everything but her feelings for him. "You have a lot to learn about vampires, my Erica. I've tasted your blood and filled you with my seed. You've tasted my blood. That's created a bond between us."

  "Are you telling me you can read my mind?"

  "Would it bother you if I could?"

  "Yes! Mikhel, my thoughts are my own! I said I wanted you in my bed, not in my head."

  He grinned at her. "Then I’m not telling you that."

  "Mikhel!"

  "Okay. I can’t read your mind, but I can…sense some of your feelings and it’s on
ly natural you should be worried about Deoctra. But don’t. I’ll be ready for her. The next time she shows up, she won’t like her reception."

  She settled back against him, closing her eyes. She was probably going to need all the sleep she could get. With a vampire lover whose mother didn’t approve of her, and a full-blood who wanted her dead, she had a feeling her future was going to be fraught with major surprises and danger. But with Mikhel as her bloodlust, it would also be filled with contentment and joy beyond compare. She had to trust that it would be an equal trade off.

  "Let the bitch come," she told him with a bravado she didn't fully feel.

  "I know you're afraid, my love, but I'd willingly die to protect you."

  "I know and I trust you." She reached back and caressed his semi-hard flesh. "You are mine and I intend to keep you. She’s not getting any of this cock. My cock."

  "Your cock, my Erica," he echoed, his voice a low, satisfied murmur.

  A Little Too Charming

  © Treva Harte, 2001. All Rights Reserved.

  Well, this wasn’t much fun.

  Janna tried to look upbeat rather than tired. After all, Lori had probably gone to a lot of trouble for this party. Everyone else seemed to be having a good time. In fact, they were having such a good time that Janna had no one to talk to. Erica was dancing—or something—with some luscious guy in a Dracula costume. They looked more like they were trying to have sex on the dance floor.

  That was one lucky man. Janna knew Erica was crazy about vampires. How many times had she dragged Janna and Nancy to see the local Dracula film festival? Janna’s brain had checked out about the second time she saw Bella Lugosi. On the other hand she had to admit Frank Langella had his moments…

  Stifling a yawn at the thought of those hours at the movies—or maybe because she’d had about five hours’ sleep last night followed by a flight home—Janna searched the room for other people she knew.

  Nancy had been around a little while ago, but now she’d disappeared. Janna was dying to know how she’d managed to transform her mousy image to that of warrior-goddess while she’d been in the little witch’s room, but probably some goblin of the masculine persuasion had scooped her up and carried her off.